by Jaid Black
He kissed the tip of her nose. "You’ve never had a vampire make love to you."
"No." She leaned forward and kissed his lips. "I had no idea what I was missing, Mikhel." She sighed and drew her head back to look at him. "You are still so thick and hard. You haven’t come."
"Not yet. I don’t just want to fuck you, delicious though that was. I want to feel your warm blood running down my throat as I blast your sweet pussy full of my seed."
Her stomach muscles tightened and her pussy clenched impulsively around his thick, hard flesh. Oh, Lord, help her. The moment of truth had arrived. She licked her lips and looked into his dark eyes. "Couldn't you just…fuck me some more?"
"Oh, I intend to fuck you a lot more, but I need more. I need to taste your blood."
"Oh, God! I know I said you could have some, but I am so afraid."
"There’s no need to be. I will not hurt you."
"I trust you, Mikhel," she lied weakly. She wanted to give him everything he wanted, but she was afraid.
"That’s my Erica." Smiling, he walked over to the big bed. Somehow he managed to lower them both to the mattress, while keeping his cock firmly inside her. She lay on the big bed with him on top of her, between her legs. His eyes glowed and he bared his incisors as he slowly began to move his cock in her pussy.
Resting most of his weight on his extended arms, he rotated his hips. She gasped, feeling every inch of the thick, hot meat cleaving through her body, touching depths no man had ever touched before. The slow, controlled movement of his cock stirred glorious, indescribable feelings, not just in her cunt, but in every part of her body that could feel.
"Ooooh…God."
He used his knees to urge her legs further apart. He withdrew all but the big head of his cock from her clinging pussy, before lowering his weight onto her, crushing her breasts under his hard chest. Groaning softly, and burying his face against her neck, he shoved his shaft deep into her body. He then began a relentless fucking that shattered her universe into a series of endless, cataclysmic earthquakes, all centered within her burning, pleasure-filled cunt.
She came and came until she thought the ecstasy would kill her. Just as she thought she couldn’t bear anymore, he sank his teeth into the side of her neck, cupped her butt in his big hands, and began drinking her blood. The combination of his cock and his teeth both assaulting her overwhelmed senses was too much. Shuddering with yet another orgasm, she moaned, and collapsed against the bed, feeling weak and exhausted. He clutched her to him, thrusting wildly, repeatedly into her until his come overflowed her pussy and trickled down her leg.
Finally, he lifted his teeth from her neck, withdrew his cock from her. When she muttered a soft protest, he cradled her body on top of his. He kissed her hair and stroked her shoulders.
"Oh, God!" She shuddered and pressed close to his big, damp body. "Oh, God, Mikhel! What was that?"
"It was bloodlust."
"I've never felt anything that good before."
"Neither have I."
"You haven't?"
"Not this good, no. " His voice sounded slurred. "Sleep now, my lovely Erica. When you wake, we'll love again. In the morning, we'll talk. Tonight, we make love again and again."
"Oh, God! Yes. Please. Yes!"
Chapter Three
Standing in the shower with cold water pouring over her, Erica closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against the wet tiles. In the light of morning, her recklessness of the night before was difficult to accept. Not only had she left the party with a man who had turned out to be a vampire, but she’d let him come in her unprotected pussy again and again. And now, instead of tearing out of his room while he slept, she lingered in the shower. Hesitant and pleased because she'd awaken that morning to find both nightstands covered with vases full of red roses.
Thank you for sharing last night with me. I will always treasure the memory of our first night together, as I hope you will. Happy belated birthday, my lovely, lovely Erica.
Mikhel, your bloodlust.
How could she ever be content with another man after having been loved by Mikhel? How could she ever forget him? Her pussy pulsed. Or that big, delicious dick of his?
Oh, Rica, don’t be so dramatic. Okay, so he’s a fantastic lover and made you feel like no other man ever has. You’ll get over it. Get your butt in gear and get out of here. Now. She turned off the water, opened the shower door, and stepped right into Mikhel. "Oh!"
He stood just outside the shower door, naked and fully aroused. "Good morning, my beautiful Erica." Smiling, he slipped his arms around her and drew her close.
His cock throbbed against her. Ignoring the twitching in her cunt, she pressed her hands against his shoulders. "Mikhel. We can’t. Not again."
He licked her neck. "Why not? Didn’t I please you last night?" He rubbed his hips against hers.
She gasped, her body infusing with heat and lust. It took all of her willpower not to part her legs and give him easy access to her suddenly aching cunt. "You know you did."
"Then?" He touched a finger against her clit. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No," she admitted. She never wanted him to stop.
"Good. Because I can’t stop." Grasping her hips in his hands, he pressed insistently forward. The tip of his cock sank into her.
A shock of desire ricocheted through her. She moaned and leaned her forehead against his shoulder. How could she resist him? "Mikhel. Please. I can’t afford to get pregnant." Even as she spoke, her hips jerked forward and she greedily enclosed several more inches of his dick within the depths of her channel. Biting into his arm, she sank down onto him until his pubic hair meshed with hers. Lord, but he was thick and hard.
He tipped up her chin and looked down into her eyes. "It’s a bit late to worry about that, my love."
"What…? What do you mean?"
"Just what you think I mean."
"I don't know what you mean, Mikhel!"
"We'll talk later, my lovely. Right now I have to have you."
She knew she should insist on an immediate explanation, but it was impossible not to respond physically to his luscious cock. Especially when he brushed his lips against hers and slowly began moving inside her. He rotated his hips, taking care to rub against her clit with each motion. Warm, delicious eddies of ecstasy chased each other around in her pussy.
"I need you to do something for me, my Erica," he whispered.
"Anything," she promised recklessly.
Keeping his cock in her, he drew his upper body away from her. He bared his incisors.
She sucked in her breath, her fear of him returning. "Isn't it too soon for you to take more of my blood?"
His dark eyes glowed and flickered. He brushed his fingers against her neck in a soft caress. "It's not your blood I want this time, my Erica."
"It's not?" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Good. Then why…"
"Let me show you." He put his right forefinger in his mouth. When he withdrew it, it was covered with blood.
"Oh, Mikhel! You're bleeding!" She instinctively reached for his hand. She brought his finger to her mouth and kissed it.
"That's nice. Will you suck it?" He asked softly.
"What?"
"Taste my blood, my Erica. Taste me."
A shock of revulsion went through her. She dropped his hand and stared up at him. "Suck…you want me to…drink your blood?" She would have pulled away, but he clamped an arm around her waist, keeping her body firmly joined with his.
"Yes. Taste me as I've tasted you."
"I can't!"
"Yes, you can." He bent his head and kissed her. She tried to keep her lips pressed firmly together, but the feel of his mouth, moving against hers, stirred emotions and passions she couldn't control. Her lips parted, and before she could stop him, he'd lifted his head away and pushed his finger between her lips and into her mouth.
She felt several drops of his blood fall on her tongue. Instead of making her gag, the taste of his bloo
d burning in her mouth created a new sensation in her. Her revolution was quickly replaced by a need for more of his warm, sweet blood. This was what love, sex, and lust was all about: being filled with a vampire's cock while he bled in her mouth, filling her with his essence. Without conscious thought, she grasped his hand in hers and began sucking at his finger.
He stroked her hair while he slowly began to move his cock in her again. "Oh, yes. Yes, that's it, my Erica. Feel me. Suck me. Taste me. Share me."
She closed her eyes and sucked contently. Cupping one hand over his hard butt, she rotated her hips in time with his, eagerly matching him thrust for delicious thrust. His blood seemed to infuse a strange wildness in her. Her blood felt as if it were on fire. On some subconscious level she felt a sense of alarm, as if she were somehow being changed. She disregarded the slight sense of foreboding. Sucking his blood was too wonderful to be harmful if anyway.
When he suddenly withdrew his finger from her mouth, she cried out in protest and stared up at him. "Mikhel!"
He smiled down at her. "You're not used to sucking blood."
"I want more."
His dark eyes glowed. "Now you begin to see how addictive blood can be."
"Yes. Please give me just a little more."
"Not now, my love. Too much too soon and you'll get sick. In a day or two you can have just a little more. Let' go to bed."
She moaned in accent when he carried her back to the bedroom, never losing a beat of the piston like rhythm of his pumping dick. Lying on the bed under his big body, with his cock plunging into her with the force and speed of a jackhammer, she had one explosive orgasm after another.
She clung to him like a limp doll as he pumped her full of semen. When the world settled back on its axis, she buried her face against his shoulder, cupping a hand against his cock, which always seemed to be semi-erect. "Oh, Mikhel. That was so good."
"Fantastic," he murmured against her hair.
"Delicious," she countered, flicking the tip of her tongue against his nipple.
He laughed and hugged her close. "If we keep talking about how delectable it was, I’m going to need to do it again," he warned.
"Oh, no you don’t, buddy!" She reluctantly pulled away. "What you need is a cold shower."
Still laughing, he allowed her to push him off the bed. "Okay. I’m going already."
After taking separate showers and eating a light breakfast, they spent the day sight seeing. Although Salem was only sixteen miles north of Boston, Erica had never visited The House of the Seven Gables or the enchanting Pickering Wharf. Strolling along the seaside harbor village, holding hands with Mikhel, she felt like a young girl in love for the first time. It didn't matter that the day was both cold and overcast.
Mikhel’s frequent sidelong gazes and quick kisses left her feeling happy and carefree. For all she knew she might be pregnant, but what did anything matter as long as Mikhel was there, looking at her as if she were the most beautiful and desirable woman in the world?
The feeling of euphoria lasted until she and Mikhel parted after a late lunch. Standing alone in the ladies room, putting on fresh make-up, a sudden, abrupt chill ran up and down her spine. A feeling of menace seemed to envelop and surround her. Although she stood in front of the mirror and could clearly see that she was alone in the room, she turned quickly, looking over her shoulder. There was no one there.
Still, she bent and looked under all five-bathroom stalls. No feet were visible, but the feeling persisted. Taking a deep breath, she crossed the room and quickly jerked each and every stall door open. All were empty. She really was alone in the room.
She returned to the mirror, quickly applied her makeup, and hurried from the room, feeling as if some invisible danger pursued her.
Outside the ladies room, she paused, startled. A tall, dark man, dressed in all black, lounged against the opposite wall. For a moment, she relaxed, thinking it was Mikhel. "Damn but you look sexy as hell in black," she said. "Of course you look even sexier wearing nothing but your big, hard cock."
When the man straightened and looked directly at her, she found herself almost drowning in a pair of dark eyes that definitely did not belong to Mikhel. While she knew Mikhel could compel her with his liquid brown gaze if he chose to, she knew he wouldn't. This man seemed to have no such scruples.
Man? If he were exerting his will on her, maybe she was looking at another vampire, one without Mikhel's scruples. She could feel him reaching out to her. Almost overcoming her will.
She stood frozen as he allowed his dark gray eyes to make a slow, through inspection of her body. His gaze lingered on her breasts long enough to make her nipples harden before moving down to linger on her groin area. He made no effort to hide the fact that he liked what he saw.
To her surprise, this stranger's frank approval of her body was neither unwelcome, nor unpleasant. In fact, her pussy pulsed and the breath caught in her throat. God, she was becoming such an exhibitionist. First, she slept with a vampire, allowing him to seduce her into sucking his blood, and now she was enjoying being ogled by a strange man who looked even younger than Mikhel.
She cast a glance down at his leg and sucked in a deep breath. There was an unmistakable bulge of significant proportions lying against his leg. He looked as big and thick as Mikhel.
Mikhel. Mikhel. She was no longer on the prowl. She was with Mikhel. She gave a small shake of her head and started forward, her face hot with embarrassment.
For one moment, she thought the man would step in her path, but although he flashed her a knowing smile, he let her pass unmolested.
She rushed back to the main dining room. Still seated at the table they’d shared, Mikhel rose when she approached. His dark gaze searched her face. "What’s wrong?"
Ashamed of her response to the stranger, she shook her head and slipped into the chair he held out for her. "Nothing."
To her surprise, he frowned and cast a swift gaze towards the exit leading to the ladies room. "Are you sure?"
She hesitated, bit her lip, and then decided to be truthful. Well, half truthful. "Actually, I'm a little rattled because there was a man waiting outside the ladies room when I cam out."
"And?"
"And he stared at me."
"And? You're a beautiful woman. You must be used to men staring at you."
She let that pass. "His staring didn't disturb me as much as how it made me feel."
"By that I suppose you mean excited or aroused?"
"Yes," she admitted, in a low, barely audible voice. "Mikhel, I don't understand what's happening to me. I don't go around hopping into bed with strange men."
He sighed. "And that's what you wanted to do with the man outside the ladies room?"
Thoughts of the size of the stranger's dick seemed seared in her memory. She nodded. "Yes, but I don't understand why. You've more than fulfilled my wildest fantasies. How can I want someone else?" She watched the tightening of his lips. "Please don't be angry."
He reached across the table and took her hands in his. "I'm not angry, but why you feel this way is something we're going to have to talk about—soon. "
"Why not now?"
"Trust me to know when the time in right?”
She shook off the feelings of dread and shame assailing her and nodded. "That's not my usual style, Mikhel, but all right."
He squeezed her hand gently. "You know what I am."
She lifted a hand and felt the puncture marks on her neck. "It’s difficult to believe, but yes. I don’t understand how—"
"Actually, I’m not a full-blood. My father is human, but my mother is a full-blood vampire, meaning both her parents were vampires."
"So how are you different from a full-blood?"
"In many ways. But for now I'll just say I’m different in that I’m nowhere near as fast, as strong, nor am I as driven by a need for blood."
"Mikhel, you drank my blood. For a while there, I was afraid you weren’t going to stop until…"
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nbsp; He sighed. "I’m sorry you were afraid. I never want you to be afraid of me. Did I hurt you?"
She shrugged. "I don’t know if it hurt or not." She smiled suddenly, licking her lips slowly. "If you remember, at the time, I was rather…preoccupied."
A brief smile touched his lips. "Believe it or not, I don’t usually drink my lover’s blood, no matter how aroused I become."
"But you have done it before?"
"Yes."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"No, not particularly. I’m not a full-blood so I don’t usually hunger for my lover’s blood."
"That's what I don't understand. If you didn't particularly enjoy it, why did I enjoy it so much?"
"I didn't enjoy it with the other women. With you, my enjoyment level went off the scale. But you and I are bloodlust partners. It makes all the difference. Any and everything we do together or for each other's pleasure, will be beyond sweet."
"So when you sucked your other lover's blood, have you ever gotten carried away and…"
"Drained a woman while making love to her, thus killing her?"
She nodded, not sure she wanted to know the answer.
"No. I told you, I don’t usually mix the two. I’ve only done it twice before last night with you. Both times happened years ago and neither time was particularly memorable."
"Should I be flattered?"
"I don’t know. Just know that you’re very special. And I will never hurt you, my Erica."
She smiled. "I like the way you say my name and call me your Erica. I like the way you look at me. I like everything about you, Mikhel." She paused, remembering how the man outside the ladies room had affected her. "Tell me, my tall, dark, handsome blood sucker, are there anymore like you at home?"
"I have a brother and a sister, Serge and Kattia, both younger and both apparent latents."
"Latents?"
"While they are undeniably stronger and faster than other humans, they have no other discernible vampire traits. Latents generally don’t experience bloodlust."
"Bloodlust? You mean they don’t drink blood?"
He hesitated. "They have the capacity to experience bloodlust, but for some reason, Mother says they generally don't. They also have sharpened incisors. As to whether or not they've used them…Serge is very…sexual."